Sitting outside

Sometimes,

just sitting outside,

Breathing in the moist air,

Can be enjoyable.

Slowly swaying on the swing,

Drenched in my own thoughts

Watching the ground run back and forth,

My trainers tilted in the air.

Hearing the crackle of an angry bonfire,

And the crunch of earthy branches,

They duel,

To be number 1 in nature